Teachable Moments

Chapter 4

"Ms. Vonclaine?" Mr. Alshote calls as I try to walk out the door.

I stop with a sigh and wave off Nate. Turning around, I smile and raise my brows between him

and the new kid who he seems to have been conversing with.

"Mr. Etton needs some help catching up and since we are more than halfway through the year,

it's vital he gets the help he needs from someone who is also learning the curriculum. I figured

you could help with that and even get a head start on the project. I hate to only assign you a

partner, but I know you'd be the best help for him and it doesn't hurt that you’re desk buddies."

I want to scream. This isn't a question though. It's an order.

I nod through my frustration and look In the new kids shining eyes. He's enjoying this.

"I can do that," I agree.

Mr. Alshote smiles and thanks me before sending us off.

Despite trying to out walk him, the new kid keeps up fairly well.

"I'm Grant. You are?"

"Savannah," I say tiredly.

"How about you give me your number?"

I scowl and stop abruptly, facing him with mild vexation.

"How about you leave me alone? I'll give you my notes tomorrow and you can study them on

your own."

Grant looks shocked, but recovered quickly by running his fingers through his dark strands.

"Feisty. Good. That notes thing won't work for me though. I need more... one on one treatment,"

he says ruffling his fluffy brown eyebrows.

I roll my eyes.

"Well you aren't getting it."

I turn on my heel and storm down the hall. For a moment, I feel a pang of guilt. Why am I so

angry?

I mean, that guy is obviously a cocky Bastard and he flirts way too much, but he does need help.

Shaking my head and deciding to stick to my original plan, I make my way to the lunch room

where i sit at the long table my friends and I usually occupy.

Karrie and Nate flirt while feeding each other food and I sit next to Chad who shoots a straw

wrapper at his basketball buddy across the way.

"Hey babe," he greets kissing my cheek.

"Hey," I say blandly stealing a bite of his sandwich.

"Heyyy," a familiar voice says next to me.

I jump, feeling startled that the once empty seat is now occupied.

"What the hell?" I complain looking at a smirking Grant.

Chad looks over after feeling my jump slightly and he frowns at Grant.

"Who's this?"

"New kid," I answer with distaste.

It doesn't faze him though. Chad gives the normal sup bro response and it's taken well, making

me feel like I'm stuck in the middle of a bromance.

"He was just saying hey, but he has to go now," I say trying to push Grant out of the seat.

He doesn't budge, but rather let's Chad go back to his own business and grabs my arms quickly.

"Listen Savvy," he starts.

"Savannah."

"Sav," he compromises. "I do need your help, so we can do this like civilized people, or I'll have

to take matters into my own hands."

Is that a threat?

"You can't make me sit down with you. I already offered my notes."

Grant tsks repremandingly.

"You did, but it's not just your notes I want."

What does that mean?!

"I bet your mommy and daddy don't know you roll up your skirt to make it shorter than dress

code or that you left all your buttons undone," he says glancing down my shirt.

I reel back slightly. I didn't roll it. I cut the skirt to my desired length. If they find out that it is in

fact CUT, I'll be screwed. My top... Oh God my top. It makes me uncomfortable the way my

family stares with repremand at my boobs if I leave my shirt open for some air, but away from

home? This is supposed to be my free space! This asshole is trying to take it away!

I hold in my growl, opting to tear my arms out of his grip instead.

"Fine. Give me your number."